“Incredible…”

Some people once said that Paganini was a devil, but now Schlaud seemed to have really seen the devil come to this world at some moment, and is now attached to the young man's thin body, scattering his sharp laughter into the world.

So crazy.

Under that incredible infectious force, everyone felt it was difficult for them to breathe.

Like a broken sampan before the earth-shaking tsunami, it trembled, turbulent, and involuntarily.

When the instrument of this variation became a cello since the violin turned into a cello, it lost the original strange change that was like a devil whispering, and turned into thunder that seemed like a trembling earthquake.

Only when the speed of the melody changes gradually becomes smooth, the deep theme hidden under the thunder slowly reveals the grief and helplessness that seems to be watching the devil with his soul gradually fade away.

"The train from hell is speeding towards despair..."

Subconsciously murmured, Newman tightened the armrest of the chair, and was almost caught in the deep undercurrent hidden under the calm melody, unable to resist the terrible infectious force between the melody of Huaishi.

That's right, speeding.

Gradually, the slow pace was pushing forward irresistibly, and with the fear of stepping through the gates of hell, he walked into the deepest part of fire and purgatory.

die.

Death is rising like the bright stars.

It is everywhere, flying up from the low melody, crossing the messy corridor of corpses, passing through the tragic bloody hell, flying, flying, and flying, with the running operators, one step ahead of them.

It's like a step in a world of celestial abyss.

Therefore, everything that can be seen is so cruel.

Death, death, death, is obviously just an ordinary corpse, but it seems to be ravaged by some monster and fall apart. In pain, even death becomes liberation.

Until the end, even the screams in the communication channel had disappeared.

In the silent monitoring room, only the last person was left.

The last "ghoul" collapsed on the chair, trembling, looking at the figure on the screen that was walking towards him step by step, his lips buzzing, opening and closing, but he couldn't speak.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound, as if I was mourning, but I couldn't spread in front of this cold breath.

Until the end, the door was pushed open.

The gentle smiling girl stood outside the door, looking at the twisted face.

The white skirt is still spotless.

But the nails on the ten fingers seemed to be covered with crystal red nail polish, which made people desperate.

"Sorry, it's a little bit ahead, so I didn't pay attention."

Luo Xian bent down, put down the vegetable basket, and flipped it around, but there was nothing in the basket. In the end, he could only stand up regretfully and hold the remaining items in his hand.

“Onion and beef ribs.”

She raised her hands and asked softly, "Which type do you like?"

“…”

In the frozen dead silence, the last ghoul faced the original monster and finally let out a scream of despair.

So, a hint of joy suddenly emerged from the notes in the distance in the whine that was like crying and complaining.

Like a devil's song.

There was a dead silence in the examination room.

This is nothing wrong with the 24th random guess, but it is not what they are familiar with.

At this moment, the technique of the broken notes that cannot be concealed and omission was mixed with this strong infectious force, and was promoted to a state of harmony and harmony, showing an unprecedented appearance from the hands of this unknown boy!

An unprecedented innovation.

There is still unprecedented talent!

“…God.”

Schrowder bit his fingers and stared at the hands on the strings. His five fingers pounded the rhythm with the player's intentions, and a faint afterimage was drawn under the light, like a devil's illusion.

The boy's dark pupils were now covered with blood, just like the flames, iron and fire in hell, emitting a fanatical and intoxicating light.

After leaving everyone present behind, Huai Shi's eyes lowered, and she sprinkled her own melody as if no one else was around.

Such high confidence and calmness are completely different from what I just now.

“Incredible…”

At this moment, all examiners' eyes had flames of excitement that did not belong to them, which was astonishing as if they were witnessing a wonder.

"Excellent! Really wonderful!"

Regardless of the fact that the hunting dogs he hired had been killed or injured, Yuanzhi from the professor watched the sound of hell so excitedly and laughed in admiration from the darkness.

"Isn't this a song of praise belonging to hell?" the professor cheered admiringly, "Is there such art in the present situation?"

"I almost missed such a wonderful work..." He was almost unable to do so, "Just this song alone beat the title of the so-called legend!".

Huai Shi felt that she was ignited by the non-existent karma fire.

On the title page of the Book of Destiny, the line of characters is changing wildly, turbulent in the melody, breaking through the limit.

After a moment, the column belonging to the cello has climbed wildly from the original lv6, breaking through the limit of lv10, and reaching the jaw-dropping [lv12]!

He broke through the realm of mortals and was the first to enter the legend.

When the melody of the sudden movement seemed to be heading towards hell, his consciousness seemed to once again transcend the shackles of the body, stepping on the invisible melody, as if stepping on an iron ladder, stepping up step by step.

Through the darkness that had been trapped by oneself for a long time, facing the light that was just like a rippling wave in my memory, we moved forward, and galloped with the hot and cold melody until we threw this empty darkness behind us and crashed into that light.

boom!

The thunder of nothingness bursts out from the depths of the skull.

Huai Shi's consciousness suddenly shook, and the humiliated woman in front of him completely disappeared, and he finally passed through that invisible boundary.

When he tried hard to open his eyes, he only saw endless glow, which set off tides like the sea. When it was calm, countless gorgeous rainbow lights overlapped in one place, turning into pure silver, reflecting the brilliant stars and sun above the sky.

Huai Shi stood between the ocean and the stars, looking around blankly. It seemed that there was a faint shadow of someone walking around, but it was not clear. The figures gradually drifted away by themselves and melted into the mist in the distance.

"Expectedly." He heard the familiar voice behind him, "Did you return here again with the melody of nothingness as a ladder?"

Huai Shi suddenly turned around and saw the crow behind her.

It stood on a rock protruding from the sea, and its eyes were still full of frivolous pranks and indescribable pity. But its reflection in the sea was no longer a scene of birds, but the stunning outline engraved in the memory of Huaishi.

"Yo, Huai Shi."

In the reflection, she laughed softly, "Welcome to the eternal land of 'Sea of ​​Silver', which has nurtured all miraculous prototypes."

Huai Shi looked at her in shock, opening her mouth to speak, but she saw the outline in the reflection reaching out and gently tapping it on her forehead:

"It's a pity that your time is probably going to run out..."

At that moment, Huai Shi felt the movement end suddenly with the sudden pause of the qin bow.

Immediately afterwards, the slender finger that was as vague as a phantom sent forward slightly, and a force like gravity emerged from behind, pulling him to fall into the void behind him.

In a blink of an eye, the stars and the ocean disappeared without a trace.

In the last quick glance, Huai Shi only had time to see the figure standing alone between the stars and the ocean, and the incomplete outline hidden under her feet, the incomplete chess piece hidden under the deep sea, so huge that even the stars are like dust.

The abandoned white queen.

Huai Shi opened her eyes and felt the pain and fatigue coming from her limbs.

The music is over.

He never thought that just playing would exhaust his mind, almost making him unable to stand up tiredly.

It seemed like I was exhausted in the difficult and crazy performance. I was breathing hard, and the sweat on my forehead slowly slid down and dripped from my jaw.

Bang!

In the slightest sound, a dark color was dyed on the neck of the cello.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. From that wet mark, a crack slowly emerged, unfolding in a tiny, shattering sound, piercing through the piano board. Before he could be surprised, he saw the strings all over the cracks and the bow in his hand that was about to break.

This old piano that had accompanied him for four years finally reached its limit and ended in the final performance.

Huai Shi stared at its cracks blankly, and for a long time, she let go of her hand regretfully. She could only find another craftsman to repair it, but she didn't know if she could find a suitable luthier...

Heavy heart.

And when he slowly raised his head, he only saw silence.

No one speaks.

Only Vivian slowly took off her glasses and placed them on the table, her fingers trembling slightly.

"What's this?"

She seemed to be immersed in the passionate and sad melody, her eyes were a little red, and she suppressed her hoarse voice.

"This is fate, my dear." Newman sighed, remembering her daughter who died prematurely, and reached out to press her shoulder gently: "I think this is unfortunate fate..."
To be continued...